What do I say about a book that I feel fundamentally changed me as a person? How do I describe the experience of taking a pumice stone to the very marrow of your being and emerging raw and clean?

The writing style feels uniquely comforting. It has the "dear reader" kind of direct narration, but not in the traditional way that puts you as an observer. The way that Ariah is telling the story with some hindsight and hints at what's to come makes it feel like he's an old friend washing and braiding your hair while you relax in a warm bath and listen to his adventures

I don't think I'll ever find another book quite like this one and I mourn finishing it. I'm not sure what to do with myself now that it's over. I might look back at this review and think it is overdramatic but right now all I can do is stare at a wall and process how this book has shaped me